Better than The Best.

Three hours is too long for me to wait now that I’ve seen Spencer in person. It might have been alright if I’d just gone to his hotel at lunch time but after seeing him now, I wasn’t prepared to deal with that without some help.

Taking the pneumatic leaver on my office chair, I lower myself a little deeper under my desk so that I am mostly hidden if someone was to barge right in at the worst possible moment. I reach down and start to bunch my tight pencil work-skirt up my hips until I am able to reach my hand between my legs to my panties. I pull the damp material to the side and with the other hand pull the egg-shaped toy I keep in my handbag for just these sorts of emergencies.

Straightening my dress back down I rise back up on my chair looking the air of professionalism as I take out the remote and switch the concealed vibrator on. Most days I might be satisfied with just running it on the lowest setting, giving myself a general background sense of euphoria but today I’m **** to push it up to the middle range after seeing Spencer again.

I spend the morning deliriously edging myself like that. Bringing myself to the brink of orgasm before turning it off completely, saving my first climax until I have seen my sexy out-of-town gentleman in person. Only to minutes later turn it back on went I can’t stand to be left this horny without some sort of stimulation.

At 11:50, on the dot, I’m out of my office saying goodbye to Sandy for my lunch break ensuring that I’ll get to Spencer right on 12 o’clock. Pulling into the parking lot of the Best Western, I can only see a couple of other cars there so am able to park right next to the shiny rental that I guess is Spencers.

“You made it,” he says with a smug self-assured smile.

I reach up and kiss him on the mouth just like he knew I would before I at last surprise him and push him backwards onto the bed. I close the door behind me and start to unbutton the white business shirt I’d worn that day.

“Woah!” Spencer says as freezes for a moment seeing me start to get naked.

“I’ve seen you once, two years ago, and you come to my work completely unannounced,” I tell him as I throw my shirt onto a chair and unhook my bra exposing my tiny tits.

“I thought I’d look you up,” Spencer says getting sheepish now.

“You're going to fuck me, that’s what you're going to do,” I tell him in no uncertain terms as I start to slide my skirt from my hips.

“It’s almost time to check out,” he says his bravo failing him at having me calling the shots now.

“Best get undressed quickly then.”

“Don’t you want to at least close the curtains?”

“Nope.”

Still, Spencer isn’t about to turn back a good thing, just like that night at the bar in Avonwick. He is soon almost out of his clothes as I pull his boxers down off his hips. Spencer still has that same deliciously big and fat dick as I take his semi swollen member in my mouth and start to suck him into full hardness. If anyone was to walk past right then they’d be able straight in through the windows to Spencer's room and see me bobbing my head on his cock with my ass up in the air. My sheer black stocking the only article of clothing either of us has.

“Fuck Morgan! You don’t mess about,” Spencer moans as his fully erect cock stretches the width of my mouth as I try and fit as much of him down my throat as I can.

As hard as can he and smothered in my spit, I tell Spencer, “no I don’t and you’ve got about 40 minutes,” as I throw my legs over on either side of his knees.

Pausing to remove the small vibrator from my pussy, Spencer asks, “your egg?”

“Yeah,” as I move up and mount the head of his cock all in the one movement.

“Ahhhhh,” I can’t help but moan as I slide down Spencer’s shaft. I have to stretch my legs wide to accommodate him just as he’s stretching the walls of my pussy.

I don’t pause when I reach the bottom of his cock. Instead, I rise back up before beginning to bounce and ride his cock on top of him. Spencer is a man in his mid-40’s. Grown out his youth and past the point where a younger man might accidentally pop off too soon after feeling the pace and the sensations I’m giving him. I know he will have the staying power to leave me completely satisfied just like our only other time together.

Still, I’m hungry and greedy for that first orgasm. I open my legs out wider so I can use the muscles in my back to drive myself up and down harder and faster. I press my hands into the muscles of Spencer's chest as I feel his cock invading me over and over. His fat cock thrusting up into my stomach as I bounce down to greet him.

I’m nearing my peak, the sound of our bodies slapping together frantically joined by another sound from outside the room. The rattling sounds of small plastic wheels being pushed along the sidewalk outside the rooms. Just as I throw my head back, moaning as I cum for the first time, a pair of Puerto Rican cleaning ladies step out into the view of the window with their cleaning trolley, come to do Spencer’s room.

Instead of finding it vacant, they see me as I shriek and shudder on top of Spencer. The added spice of being caught fucking myself senseless on a man in the middle of the day in some random motel like a cheap trick pushing me to cum harder and more intense than I had in months. The vice-like contractions of my pussy all around Spencer’s cock pinning him to the bed and unable to move and regain his modesty, only able to groan out as I milk his cock from above.